Superfluous Baloney

When I head home the whole world just turns a little grayer. The sky is not quite so vibrant a blue, the grass is no longer that alluring shade of green. Everything seems out of focus...fuzzy. My world feels off kilter. I wonder through my days without thought, allowing them to run together until one bleeds into the next. One indistinguishable blur, smeared together like finger paints on a gray canvas.

My little world that used to solely revolve around so little is broadened as I begin to orbit around a new center. The rest fades into the blur as it holds less and less importance against the growing warmth of the new sun. Everything is the same, yet feels devoid when the center is gone. There is an element missing that causes things to appear less vibrant, less interesting than before. Each time I go and my new center is taken away, the rest of my world seems irrelevant. As the days pass without the center I grow accustom to the gray. As the distance increases the dullness is a little easier to bear, but the vacancy never is filled.

I know the gray will eventually be banished, and Eden will return with the reappearance of my center. With it will come the vividness and warmth of colors, my days will once again be distinct with meaning. In the meantime I learn to trudge through the unfocused gray.